Chapter 203 Time For Battle has arrived

The temporary encampment of the Pamir Empire was eerily quiet, broken only by the labored breaths of the starving soldiers. Nestled in the middle of the barren plains, the tents that made up the camp were a pitiful sight—hardly befitting a place where the Empire's Crown Prince Oswald and the five tribal chieftains gathered.

Inside the largest tent, Oswald and the chieftains sat around a makeshift table, their faces gaunt and haggard from over a week of starvation. The Crown Prince himself, once the embodiment of imperial grandeur, now looked like a shadow of his former self. His once-pristine ceremonial uniform was soiled with dirt, and the medals on his chest, once symbols of glory, now seemed to mock his misery. His pale, trembling hands rested on the table, betraying his exhaustion and despair.